Love and War

by: Snuckrocks

Aurthor's Notes:

This is my first story...I'm a little nervous after reading the guidlines that I will misspell something and get kicked out, so here goes nothing.

Chapter One... A Mother's Love

There were two things that I would never think had so many similarities them being so different, and all. These two thinks have destroyed countless kingdoms. Love and war. The downfall to the human race. You may wonder on what account do I make such a reckless accusations? Hath love scorned me? I must be truley mad to think love is like war. Hundreds of people left dead or wounded, how does love compare to such a thing?

The reason is simple love has destroyed my kingdom but worse love has destroyed me.

I sit and wait. Tommrow I will face the gallows. The hand of the kingdom I help save will get no greater pleasure than seeing me sway in the dawn's light. My crime: love, my punishment...you very well know. Those who read this will not understand so I guess I'll go back tho the beginning. My name is Balian of Ibelin. If you know anything about anything you have heard of me. You know history's account but this is my account. History has a stange way of leaving things out. I leave my words behind because I know that when I am gone I will be forgotten, but I will be forgotten in truth.

Oh why you know the first part, I lived in France and a battle and harsh winter left nothing but rotting wood frames and empty fires. I had no wife. You may think I seek pity. I do not. The fact is that status is how you survive.No one wishes to marry a blacksmith. The women that wore the cross around her neck the one they buried was the first women I ever loved. My mom. It was extremely uncommon and odd for a women to raise a child on her own. My mother did what she could to stay ahead. Need I say more? My mom at the ripe old age of twelve married the seventy-five year old blacksmith in the town, he was the only one who could afford the small dowry. My mom worked in the king's fields. It was the following year that her and the king had a short lived affair. Histrory will never tell you this, no class is too low for sexual pleasures. Being the king he could have whom ever and no one would ever know. So your wondering how do you? My mom was a writer, I guess thats how I picked up the trait. She had pages and pages filled of her love for the king. She discribed their love as '' a burning flame scorching and twisting everthing to ash, ending as soon as it began.'' That spring my mom was pregnant with none other than me. She wrote down her last encounter with the king. "Your Majesty'' mom said kissing his feet.

''Rise Vivian, no one can see'' replied the King.

''King the most horrible thing as happened!'' Vivian said kissing his hand.

''Whatever it is we will fix it'' ,he said kissing her lips softly.

''Not this time Arthur.''

Arthur lifted her chin ''my prophet has told me.

''Oh Arthur please!''

''Do not cry my dear the child will be safe, I need you to lie with your husband tonight.'' The King said.

" I can not my heart lies with thee!"

''Do you want this child to be motherless?'' Arthur asked.

''I do not.''

''Then do as I say.'' He said.

''Yes Arthur.''

''Call me your Majesty.'' He sneered.

Who knows how much of this is true or if this account even happened, this are my mother's words not mine. I doubt ''his Majesty'' ever loved my mom at all. She was indeed a worthless concubine, her beauty unmatched to anyone in the kingdom. If beauty hath be power she would have ruled the world. However beautiful my mother's heart was broken she saw no reason for me.